#barter
Christian Barter goes up to the counter on a path he’s built himself, out of stones carried on the backs of his compatriots, on a mountain whose name is new but whose peak looms large, overlooking the wild Atlantic ocean, with only Hannaford and the sea lions far below him. He orders a black coffee, pours it into his thermos, and gets back to work.
Sun, 13 May 2012 08:31:47